In a Manner of Poetry

January 31, 2019

Why Kings Don’t End Up With Queens

Where the Puerto Rican and Dominican girls atDon’t get me wrong I love Malcolm X and everything blackBut all the queens just want me to roll with some thugsAnd then crucify me when I end with a girl with some UggsI’m always wack, a lame, and weirdJust another white black boy with a beardAnd don’t let me tell them I write poetryThen they really don’t wanna fuck with meAll because I don’t rock tees, basketball shorts and J’sSomebody please save the queens from their fuck boy ways